Those who frequently commit murder and bury corpses know that the stench of a dead body is not a physical attack, nor a chemical attack, but a psychological attack!
It can trigger the instinctive reaction to danger in human genes: there are corpses of the same kind ahead, there is danger here, and we need to leave immediately!
The stench of a dead body is a danger warning!
The only way to clear this alarm is through the stench of feces!
In people's subconscious, unless there are special circumstances, the place where they can defecate and urinate is definitely the safest place.
Because you can't poop if you don't relax...
Therefore, the smell of feces and urine can also be a sign of safety!
Jiang Zhi saw this joke by chance and laughed at it for a long time, but she couldn't stand the disgust in the middle of the night and actually tried it.
Um!
The effect is really good. Now I can sit down and eat. Although I still feel disgusted by the smell of feces, it has been reduced to a level that I can tolerate. Moreover, I can smell the aroma of the food.
Xu Errui clearly did not believe Qiaoyun's words.
At this moment, he gagged and shouted, "You, you are disgusting. I've vomited until my throat hurts, and you still make fun of me."
Qiaoyun also became anxious: "You don't even believe your mother's words. Just go! It won't hurt you to try!"
Xu Errui was pushed into the makeshift outhouse that had only been repaired a few days ago by Qiaoyun. He ran out a short while later, covering his mouth, but he didn't vomit again.
Ha! It actually works.
Xu Errui sat down at the dining table with a puzzled look on his face: "Mother, this method..."
Jiang Zhi glared at him: "Let's eat. After we finish, we'll go to Xiaoman's house."
This guy is really stupid. If he says it now, how are people supposed to eat?
Qiaoyun had already taken her bowl and moved to the side. She didn't have morning sickness, but she didn't want to eat at the same table as two people who were going to the cesspool to detoxify.
The nausea subsided, but her appetite didn't return. After eating only a few bites, Jiang Zhi took Xu Errui down the cliff in the rain.
At this moment, Xiaoman was squatting on the eaves, retching. Only one night had passed, and her face was ashen and her eyes were swollen.
Grandpa Xiaoman sharpens his knife under the eaves where he can take shelter from the rain.
Beside him lay several old sickles collected from the village, one of which, with a chipped edge, had been polished to a gleaming shine.
Grandma Xiaoman was sorting through scraps of cloth and cotton, which was Jiang Zhi's old coat.
Now it needs to be taken apart, washed, re-patterned and combed, and then stuffed and sewn into a new coat. This process takes a while.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, Xu Errui went straight to Xiaoman, grabbing him and dragging him to the corner where the manure was piled up without saying a word...
Jiang Zhi twitched her lips; this method was really... hard to explain.
She didn't come to Xiaoman's house simply to smell feces to detoxify Xiaoman.
Jiang Zhi needs to communicate more with Xiaoman's grandfather. They can't just do their own thing and risk a repeat of last night when Xiaoman was crying while climbing the tree.
Moreover, Jiang Zhi no longer intends to imitate the original owner's habits, doing everything in secret and cautiously, and trying to figure out how to smooth things over.
From now on, it will be Jiang Zhi who lives here, not that shrew who caused all sorts of trouble.
Such a drastic change would definitely arouse suspicion among those around them, but...
When a dream becomes a reality, the beneficiary will naturally shut up!
"Lord Chang Geng, these two rustiest sickles don't need sharpening. Keep them, they'll be useful!" Jiang Zhi picked up the two nicked sickles covered in thick red rust.
This is good stuff!
One stab and you get a tetanus, two stabs and you're done for. Killing someone is easy.
Xiao Manye smiled, taking Jiang Zhi's words as a joke. He brushed the rust powder off his hands and ushered her into the house, saying, "Er Rui's mother, please come in and sit down!"
He knew he had to talk about what was happening down the mountain.
The three of them came back last night with their clothes wet. After drinking ginger soup, they left. Xiaoman vomited as soon as she spoke and couldn't open her mouth to talk. They had no idea what was going on there.
Jiang Zhi briefly recounted what happened that night: "...It seems no one has been there since the murder, the body is still there, so we dug a pit next to it and buried it."
From the day the fire started until now, the body has remained in the same position, indicating that the bandits killed people, burned the mountain, and then left.
Xujia Village was originally a small village. The village chief had already led the large group away. Apart from the Xu Youcai family in the village, there were only a few cats and dogs on the mountain. After those people vented their anger, no one should pay attention anymore.
In such a rush, Zhao Li's father and daughter-in-law's funeral didn't even include a tattered cloth or a mat, let alone paper money or incense.
Grandpa Xiaoman took out his bamboo pipe and put it in his mouth. He hadn't rolled any tobacco in two years, and the taste of the pipe had faded, but that was just a habit.
He squinted, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became moist.
Zhao Li's father was about the same age as his son who died young. He had already seen his grandson, but he still ended up like this.
Jiang Zhi didn't have so many feelings. She asked, "Uncle Chang Geng, it's raining now. When would be a good time to replant the wheat?"
This is what Jiang Zhi cares about most: not only to survive, but also to improve her life.
The first thing we need to do is grow food.
Winter wheat is sown in October, and it should have grown to more than a foot deep by now.
If we replant spring wheat now, we can still harvest a crop.
Grandpa Xiaoman also put aside his thoughts; now he couldn't just guard against external dangers, he had to prepare to plant crops.
“I still have more than ten kilograms of corn at home. I will plant a few kilograms on the surrounding slopes, and the rest is for you. Take it and plant it all in the terraced fields.”
He had long ago said he wanted to practice slash-and-burn agriculture and grow grain on the grassy slopes; as for how much he could harvest, that would depend on the weather.
Jiang Zhi frowned slightly; these ears of corn were probably the food that Xiaoman's family had squeezed out of their teeth.
We still have a few kilograms of wheat seeds, corn seeds, and sweet potato seeds at home, and even more seeds of various beans and vegetables, all of which we collected from the village.
When she came to ask about farming, she mainly wanted to discuss the idea of the two families farming together.
Xiaoman's family planted their precious wheat on a barren slope, which was too risky because there was no way to irrigate it later. At best, they could harvest 30 to 50 jin (15-25 kg), but at worst, they would have no harvest at all.
Moreover, it would be too wasteful to use one's own terraced fields of less than one acre to grow beans, melons and vegetables.
She wanted to grow the grain from both families together, with each family responsible for a portion, so that both grain production and labor could be better managed.
“Uncle Chang Geng, why don’t we plant our grains together? I will take care of the terraced fields, and you can help keep an eye on the melons and beans on the slope, and remind us what to plant and what to harvest.”
When Xiaoman heard Jiang Zhi announce the arrangements, his face immediately became complicated. He raised his hand to put his pipe in his mouth, but it trembled so much that he couldn't bite it.
Farming on barren slopes is a gamble on the annual harvest, unlike the more reliable terraced fields with two feet of soil. Although melons and beans can fill the stomach, staple foods are still needed as a base.
Jiang said this to ensure his own family wouldn't starve.
His family had been abandoned in the village, and now every time he hears that Jiang is doing her best to help him, Xiaoman's heart burns with a mixture of pain and warmth.
Grandma Xiaoman came over, her eyes red: "Errui's mother... this must have been tiring for you and Errui."
There was only one able-bodied person in the family to do the work, and Jiang said that co-planting was just helping out.
On the kang (heated brick bed), Xu Dazhu had been listening intently, propping his head up. Suddenly, he said, "Aunt Jiang, Dazhu kowtows to you!"
After saying that, he started banging his head against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
He kept everything at home in mind, but he couldn't do anything about it and could only worry helplessly.
Aunt Jiang not only brought kudzu root and oak powder to her family, but also made this warm earthen bed, so they no longer had to worry about going hungry or freezing.
Now the two families are going to team up to farm, which is essentially helping each other survive.
Xu Dazhu had no way to express his gratitude, so he could only kowtow!
"Hey! Dazhu, don't hurt yourself!"
Jiang Zhi hadn't expected that simply revealing her plan would move this entire family so much, so she quickly had Er Rui, who had just entered the house, pull Xu Dazhu away.
Xiaoman followed closely behind and came in. He had stopped vomiting and had heard everything that had just been said. He knelt down with a thud!
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